Remember when you took me over the road to Mrs Bowman’s house? I watched you bend down in the garden, cut the dahlias with a knife and drop them in the basket. She gave me lemon squash and Garibaldi biscuits, very chewy. I liked sitting on the upturned bucket watching you. You told Mrs B about the all-rounders cup that I had won for dancing. She said.
‘Well done you.’
She gave me sixpence. I smiled but it didn’t match yours. Your smile was wide and round like the sun. Mrs B gave me more biscuits. It was then that the dahlias began jumping in the basket, all by themselves.